The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Art imitating life - Tlacolula style

Recently, while wandering the streets of Tlacolula, I ended up following this woman carrying something that appeared to be very heavy atop her head.
I tried to imagine doing it and quickly came to the conclusion it was never to be.  They must develop some serious muscles in their necks.  I started looking around and noticed others carrying their loads in the same manner.
I see it all the time, I just never really thought about the muscles involved.  I know they start early as this young girl from the confite in Teotitlan Valle demonstrates.
I always marvel at how they can walk a few kilometers carrying a heavy canasta on their heads.  I think my arms would go dead holding them up that way.  What can I say other than oaxaqueñas rule, strong women with strong heads on strong shoulders.

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